The horizon separates land and sky

The buzzing city and country side

Enchanting Mornings,night skies

All is separated by a silver line

One small thing can serperate

Your densteny,karma and your faith

Captivating serenade

Sweet and sour lemonade

Every day people meditate

To find thighs to enjoy

But one thing they never see

Is what separates happiness and joy...

I’m still here

Don’t you feel my presence?

People always say

There’s a thin line

Between happiness and joy

But baby you brought it

And I don’t think I ever truly felt it

Until you held me

But you’re gone now

And so is it

The light

That you helped to ignite

And I’m not alright

I literally see you everywhere

In everything I do

I can’t escape you

It’s like the universe doesn’t want me t...

There is a thin line between happiness and joy

It is called choice....

And in the night,

when nightmares

rave.

Two eyes are

seeping through

to my

brain.

A solitude

wrapped in

flames.

Desperate to

eat my

sane.

Lively, loveless

drops of

rain.

Trickle

down

down

down...

growing daisies

on my

grave...

-HMG...

I just want to be happy

You hear that all the time

But is that something to chase?

Something fleeting, no solid base?

The pursuit of happiness

Is external, unsustainable

Fleeting moments, may make you smile

Maybe the feeling stays a while

But joy is being content,

A much harder mission

There are many ways to feel happy

But left neglected, there’ll be a joy division

If you want it easy, you’ll ...

Music has always been the answer

In the moment, nothing else matters

Get lost in the sounds, the lyrics

Lose control and become the music, Holy Spirit

There are many artists, that have influenced and are special to me

Here is one of many, the man known as TVZ

In his simplicity, there is beauty

His fingerpicking and songwriting

Feel the emotion in every tune, the real music from the country

From L...

Lines are drawn across the board,

They keep order we prove to need.

Lines are sprawled across the field,

In hopes to stop the players greed.

Lines are everywhere, up and down,

The world holds them in.

Lines are in our thoughts, our minds,

Between the bright and dim.

Lines between emotions exist,

Most famous love and hate.

Lines are between good and bad,

Too early and too late.

Lines appear with...

They stole our joy.

Ordered us back

to

this

side

of

the

line.

There was joy

in our ways

of knowing

of seeing

of doing

of being.

There was fear.

And their ways

of knowing

of seeing

of doing

of being

were imposed.

You must settle

for happiness

said they.

You must inhabit

this

side

of

the

line....

I stand in the river,

thirsty,

tongue dry & too big

in my mouth,

body wilted

and hands cupped

as water slips

through my fingers.

I take the moments I can—

a laugh here, a smile there,

as this desert world

sucks the moisture

from my lips. I might

yet survive, if I could

only find a cup....

There’s a greek word called “Eudaimonia”

that refers to a “good spirit”

Some might call it “happiness”

but that doesn’t even come near it

Happiness is ephemeral,

a slave to circumstance

It’s a roll of dice in your day-to-day,

an emotion left to chance

“Good spirit” is a lifestyle

a joy that’s everlasting

It’s found in an eternal hope

that lives beyond your passing

It’s hard to live in steadfast jo...